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Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Slippin and a Slidin'

We were supposed to have freezing rain around noon, but it arrived early.

When the pups and I went out for morning chores the front paddock

was a little frozen.

I set up the hay and cleaned all 4 stalls as I knew the horses would have to go in at some point (before I went to a practice with our group...She Sings).

Just when I was ready to go back in the house it started to rain, so I put

Little Wonder and Phoebe inside, turned around and went back out to the barn.

I picked up as much hay from the paddock as I could and put it under the shed roof.

Then, I put the horses in for the duration.

All that took me less than 10 minutes, and by the time I got back to the house

it was icy....like walking on marbles.

Our jam was postponed and as the day went on the trees were

getting covered with ice.

I started a fire and was watching the food channel.

We originally planned on going out to dinner, but with the weather conditions my meeting was cancelled and we had no interest in leaving the premises.

In the meantime, Carina (my friend, the bread maker) surprised me with

a couple of loaves of bread to be used as soup bowls (because she knows I make a lot of soups and she was driving by).

That was a challenge. I did not have anything needed to make soup.

Checked out the freezer and found a container of black beans (made for black bean burritos). In the cupboard I had some cannellini beans and I grabbed a bag of our frozen tomato sauce from the back freezer.

Put them all together and voila...

It never warmed up enough for the ice to leave the trees. Could be 50 tomorrow.

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An Award!

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I am a retired art teacher who has always had a passion for horses. We live on a farm and currently care for 4 horses, 2 dogs and 3 cats.
My husband and I are both very active as volunteers in our community and have enjoyed living here for over 40 years.
This Journal has opened up my world.
It was started on February 22nd, 2008 and has taken me to so many places.
What a way to travel!

In memory of L'orange Marmalade

lily

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A Navajo quote to Woof Whinny Whisper

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

If you bury him in this spot,the secret of which you must already have,he will come to you when you call;come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grassbent by his footfall,who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know somethingthat is hidden from themand which is well worth the knowingThe one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Elvira

Somewhere in time's own spaceThere must be some sweet pastured placeWhere creeks sing on and tall trees growSome paradise where horses go,For by the love that guides my penI know great horses live again.~Stanley Harrison